smash_logs | Hospitals and Visits, Oh My!

Who: Sick animals and you
What: Hospital visits!
Where: FDC's Pokecenter
When: Anywhere between the 13th to the 21st!
Warnings: Guys being guys. Mons being mons.

For the next few days, everything was a blur for the both of them. Sasha felt sick to her stomach from everything, being unusually quiet apart from the small talks to the people online. But she was afraid no one would ever want to talk to her again after what happened. Guilty didn't even begin to scratch how she felt, especially after fights broke out in school that seemed to imply her attack was the catalyst. It felt terrible.

Most of her days, she spent watching the IV needles run down and drip, looking over at Vinnie but moving her head away before he could look at her and trying to replay the scenario and see what she could have done otherwise.

She could try to learn from this.

On the other hand, Vinnie had no regrets about his own actions. He was convinced that if he'd personally done anything different, pulled any punches, the results of that day would've been much, much worse. Inevitable as it was, it was the consequences that followed which weighed on him, as much as he tried not to show it.

His sister was tearing herself apart. His trainer was disgraced and his family worried sick. And he had disappointed anyone who might've been his friends. Somehow, he had to make it better. In comparison, his own grief felt irrelevant. Maybe even selfish.

It was probably why he was spending more and more time in his human form, even if it kept opening up his wounds. That way, he wouldn't have to be reminded of what he'd lost in Volgin's mutilation. Two leaves, amputated. It was enough to cripple him as a Venusaur.

Vinnie wanted out of this bed. To stop feeling nauseous and weak and get back into action as soon as possible. Maybe then he'd feel less helpless against everything.

[OOC- please post your date of the visit at the start of each log post 8Dc Also Char shows up after the 15th due to a gun shot to the tail. Green team is facing Red Team after that.]

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Well, that was news to Char. He sat up, tail flame giving a sudden shiver. A startled noise, almost a roar, followed the gesture. Knuckles definitely had his full attention now. Char... wasn't exactly an equal rights activist by any stretch of the imagination, but even he wouldn't have expected Smash Academy, of all places, to have that kind of crime happening inside its gates.

He leaned toward Knuckles, nudging him a bit with his nose. The dude was okay, right? And so was the rest of the football team? The weightlifters?

The reaction was as clear as if Char was speaking perfect English. He hadn;t been told.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, dude... Pit was one of them." Well, Pit was on the football team so he was possibly the one Char knew best. "Miss Blacky, Professor Uxie... they were the teachers. Claus, Vianca and Amp were the other students."

He frowned deeply, scratching his head. "So far as I know, they're doing alright in the infirmary. I'm probably gonna go visit them this afternoon. Security team doesn't know anything, no-one saw when it happened, no-one owned up on the network. Nothin'."

Most of the names were unfamiliar to him, but the ones he recognized were enough to really rub his scales the wrong way. Not just Pokemon, then. This bullshit was spreading all over the place. With nothing to go off as far as the culprit's identity, there was no guarantee it wouldn't happen again.

This time, the rumbly noises were closer to a growl. What the fuck, man. What the actual fuck. Since when had this school been the type to lose their heads over something so dumb? What did it even matter what species people belonged to? Most of them just looked like humans half the time anyway.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm pretty angry too.. I couldn't even really help at all. I was just... seeing red. Had to step back and let myself cool off, being as everyone else seemed to have a handle on it anyway, y'know?"

Knuckles leaned back in the chair a little and gave a gruff little exhale of breath that was somewhere between a sigh and a curse. "You know who shot you at least, right? I know you can't exactly gimme a name but... y'know. Might be connected."

Man, just how busy had Raikov been? The dude must have had a poke-chip on his shoulder the size of Sonny Moe.

Char looked around for a moment, eyes finally landing on the workbooks Genny had dropped off earlier that day. They'd been moved to the bedside table -- he nodded his head at them, then mimed writing something. He really couldn't offer much help in the matter while he was bedridden... but if nothing else, he could give Knuckles a name.

"Oh! I didn't even notice those."

Knuckles grabbed the first thing that looked like it had expendable pages. He looked around for a pen and found one in the drawer of the night stand.

"Here." He said, opening the book and placing the pen in Char's clawed hand. "You give me a name and I'll see what I can do with it... Gotta make sure the guy doesn't land anyone else in here."

It was a little awkward writing with only three fingers, none of which were thumbs, but Char did have about two years of practice under his belt. The letters were bigger and shakier than his usual handwriting, but they were easy enough to read:

Raikov.

Knuckles eagerly took the book and scanned the word, committing it to memory.

"Raikov... Raikov... I don't know any Raikov." He scratched his chin. "I know a Rai-DEN, but I don't..."

Knuckles had seen Raikov around campus. But had never taken the time to introduce himself or anything. He didn't take Art now that Miss Skitty wasn't teaching it and he was usually busy enough that he only trawled the network for posts from people he knew or new students so he could say Hi.

"No matter. I'll find him. He must be faculty, right? I think I'd remember the name if he was another student."

And a faint little nod. Knuckles wasn't the only one ill-acquainted with the finer points of Raikov's class; Char and artistic endeavours went together about as well as glass figurines and off-road monster truck rallies. Really, the only reason he knew the guy at all was because of his instigating.

Still, a quick look to the staff list would give Knuckles what he needed to know. Char lowered his head back down to the bed lethargically.

"Hey, thanks for giving me this much info at least." Knuckles said, closing the book and setting it down.

"I'll let you get some rest, man. Take it easy and get well soon. I'll be looking into this guy and making sure he doesn't lay up anyone else."

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